A man dressed in a black suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, his brows furrowed. His hair was somewhat disheveled, and his handsome chin was covered with blue stubble, while the dense red bloodshot in his eyes indicated that he hadn't rested well for a long time. Nonetheless, even this could not hide his scholarly and noble demeanor.
This man was precisely An Zisheng.
"I wonder how Xuandu City is doing now, Niuniu must be really worried."
Sitting on the other side, Old Master An's hand paused in the middle of placing a chess piece, which clattered onto the chessboard, ruining the game.
His thoughts were completely occupied with his granddaughter and grandson, losing any interest in the game of chess.
"Niuniu has always been dutiful, who knows how anxious she must be this time. It's our fault as parents, always causing these children trouble!"
Old Lady An secretly wiped away a tear, her eyes filled with distress and reluctance.
